Beauty Is A Perilous Gift.

Beauty Is A Perilous Gift.

Even A Saint May Take Pleasure, In Retrospect, In Having Been Once Desired

I Go To Prague Every Year If I Can, Value My Relationships There Like Gold, And Feel Myself In A Sense Czech, With All Their Hopes And Needs. They Are A People I Not Only Love, But Admire.

Nothing Is More Pleasing And Engaging Than The Sense Of Having Conferred Benefits. Not Even The Gratification Of Receiving Them.

You'll Never Get To Be A Saint If You Deny The Bit Of The Devil In You.